With One Last Look
With one last look
One might see. In time without doubt
Lost inside love
Remains stand firm on grounds
Eyes everything see nothing
In sight
Two lenses view a world of art
Work untended too
Beings related by
Connected with streams
Light reflects such power
Intensified.
Expansive as one knows to be known
Life lives
Things change
At a glance
The last vision
Remains
And nothing else matters
Except
Vast pictures capture
Everything
With one last look. ..
3-3-22
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2022
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